by Billy Miner
Craaaaack!
The door opens up and the endermen flock into my bedroom. I better go now.
“Three!”
I jump out, hold onto the sheets as tightly as I can, and swing through the air. After swinging back and forth a few times, I find a window I can swing into. I sway one way, turn my body, and jump into the window, after which I roll to break my fall.
“Yes!” I exclaim. “I did it! Now, let’s go find that treacherous servant of mine, Ragnus.”
I get out of the room and find my way back down. I arrive at the palace hall and kick the door open.
“It’s between you and me now,” I say in a low voice. “Come and fight me yourself, coward.”
“H-how did you get past my endermen?”
“I have my ways. Defend yourself, before I get really angry.”
“Ha! Do you think I don’t know how? I’ve trained. I am familiar with the fighting techniques they teach in this palace. Come and get me.”
Then he grabs his sword and an intense fight begins. He stabs, I dodge. I stab, he dodges… swords are clinging and arms and legs are going back and forth. But he doesn’t put up much of a fight, because it doesn’t take long before his sword ends up on the floor and I point my sword to him. He is sitting and leaning backwards, begging me for mercy.
“Please,” he says. “I was only trying to help. You know what kind of a mess the organization of this palace is. Besides, the laws of this country could use some changes.”
“Oh, I agree with that,” I say. “But you’re not going to be the one who will make those changes.”
He is still trying to get away, and as he turns around and attempts to run away, I stab the sword in his cloak. For a second, he feels like he is choking, but then the cloak rips and Ragnus runs to the other side of the palace hall.
The cloak is on the floor.
“Interesting,” I say to myself. I put the cloak around my neck and raise my arms. I can feel the power. It’s something magical radiating from this piece of cloth.
“Endermen, seize him!” I command.
Within seconds, the endermen come through the palace hall door and follow Ragnus until they capture him and tie him up. Then I turn to my father and mother and ask them if they are okay.
“Yes, son,” my dad says. “Thank you for rescuing us. I knew you could do it.”
“I will untie you right away, dad.”
“Where were you? We couldn’t find you anywhere.”
“I was in my room to escape from the endermen,” I say.
“No, I mean before that. You left the palace, didn’t you?”
“Yes, dad. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t take it anymore… the routine, the duties. I just needed a day off.”
“Well, I guess it’s okay for once. But tomorrow, you’ll go back to your studies, won’t you?”
“Sure, but there is something else.”
“What is it?”
“Two things actually. First of all, I noticed that the city isn’t in such great shape. I was hoping we could do something about the unemployment rate or the poverty.”
“Great! I was hoping you would get involved a little. After all, you’re going to rule the country in my stead someday. We’ll get to it and figure out what we can do to make a difference. And what about the other thing?”
“Uhm… I don’t know how to say this, but do I have to marry a princess?”
“Why wouldn’t you want to?”
“It’s just that I met this girl in the city. And I understand the royal duty of keeping the kingdom in place, and the reason why she has to be a princess, but I also want to marry for love.”
“Have you fallen in love with this girl?”
“Yes… yes I think I have.”
“Well, put it out of your mind. You should marry a princess. It’s been like that for hundreds of years. You can’t just go running off with some commoner, some pretty face from the populace.”
“Dear,” my mom says.
“No!” my dad says. “I will not have it. You cannot change the law.”
After that, he storms out. My mom walks over to me and says, “Don’t worry. I understand; I will talk to him. Are you certain this girl likes you for who you are and not just because you are a prince?”
“I am sure, mom. I haven’t even told her that I am a prince, which is why I am wearing these clothes.”
“Okay, I will do what I can,” she says.
Entry 7: Princesses
A month later, my dad has gathered all the princesses in the vicinity; some from castles, others from countries that take more than a day to travel. I just know he wants to make sure not to skip out on some royal, educated girl who has learned to behave in delicate manners all her life.
The trumpets sound. The ceremony begins. I am standing next to the throne, with my father and mother sitting on their seats. He looks to the other side of the room. Twenty princesses walk in, dressed in beautiful gowns, looking sharp and making themselves eligible.
“I am Princess Gabriella,” one of them says with a heavy accent.
Another stepped forward and says, “I am Princess Veronica.”
“Princess Magdalene,” another says while stepping forward.
It continues like this for another 5 or 10 minutes, and although I must admit that they were all looking quite pretty, I just can’t choose one based on the outward appearance or some colorful dress.
My dad turns to me and says, “Son, you may choose one of these fancy young ladies to dance with you. Whom is it you wish to get to know better?”
“I’m sorry, dad. I love the way they look. They really did their best and I highly respect all these princesses, but I made up my mind a month ago. I cannot put the girl I met in the city out of my head. I have to find her.”
My mom looks at my dad with a look that says, “I told you so,” and my dad sighs. He rolls his eyes and raises his hand. Then he says, “Fine, honey. Bring her in.”
What? Huh? Bring whom in?
My mother signals to one of the servants and the servant opens the door through which the princesses came.
What happens then will always remain in my memory. She looks like an angel from heaven. There she is, Ivona, the girl of my dreams. My eyes open wide. I gaze at her walking in, striding in her lime green dress. I look at my parents.
“What is the meaning of all this?” I ask.
“Well,” my mom begins. “You’ve been talking about her so much this month that I made some of our servants do a search and find her. When they found her, they told her who you are and asked her if she wanted to come today, just in case you would choose her over all the others. She happily agreed, we dressed her up, and here she is.”
“But don’t I have to marry royalty? Don’t I have to choose a princess?”
My dad smiles and says, “Oh, that rule has been outdated.”
This is the happiest day of my life. More enthusiastic than ever, I run towards her and lift her up in the air, spinning her round and round for several seconds. Her smile melts my heart, and just being with her is like a warm glow on a cold winter day.
I kiss her.
Then I say, “Mom, dad… I choose Ivona, the love of my life, if she will have me.”
“Of course I will,” Ivona says.
We kiss again and the music starts playing. The dance has started. The wedding will be magnificent.
THE END
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Minecraft Wimpy Kid
Minecraft Diary of a Wimpy Kid
By Billy Miner
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Contents:
Introduction
1: I Am a Nerd
2: The Four Elements
3: Fire
4: Earth
5: Water
6: Wind
7: My New Buddy
Introduction
Oliver is kind of a wimpy kid. But he is also very smart. A little too smart maybe, because when he discovers certain chemical processes, he accidentally opens up a world of darkness and horrors he should have foreseen.
Read about the Minecraft kid, Oliver, who mixes up the four elements of nature and finds himself in a terrible duel, combatting with the very forces he has unleashed. This diary is his own account of what happened exactly.
1: I Am a Nerd
So there you have it. I am a big nerd. My name is Oliver. I love science, research, books, and all that stuff. My social skills are lacking, but my parents have been telling me since the beginning that I am super smart.
And that’s what counts; that’s what I think is more important anyway. All that chit-chat about nonsense between people who want to express their emotions doesn’t lead anywhere. Only science… pure science… knowledge is power, right? And so what if that makes you an introvert or an anti-social hermit? It will lead to better results and more discoveries, which will make the world a better place.
Since I was little, I have always been interested in figuring things out. The rotation of a spinning wheel, the angle of the tip of a sword, or the gravity that pulls down heavy objects.
One time, I wanted to know if a rock would fall faster than a woodchip. My friend—my only friend—and I went to the roof of my house and took the items with us. His name was Jack.
And to tell you the truth, Jack was a little skittish. I told him about my plan, but at first, he hesitated because he thought it was scary to climb on the roof. After a lot of convincing, he finally gave in and followed me up there.
“See?” I said. “It’s not even that high. Nothing will happen.”
“If nothing will happen, then why are we doing this?” he asked.
“Because we have to test it. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”
“But isn’t it obvious that a rock will fall faster than a woodchip? It’s so much heavier.”
“I know,” I said. “But I want to know for sure.”
We both climbed onto the roof.
“Three, two, one, go!” I said.
We dropped them at what seemed to be the same time, but I doubted. I turned to Jack and said, “Are you sure we dropped them at the same time? What if your reaction was a fraction of a second later than mine?”
“Uhm… I don’t know.”
“Let’s do it again,” I said.
We went downstairs, grabbed the woodchip and the rock, and ran back upstairs.
“Three, two, one, go!” I shouted again.
This time, at least it looked like we dropped them at the exact same time. But I couldn’t see which one hit the ground sooner. Was it the woodchip or the rock? I assumed that it was the rock, but it was hard to see from up there.
“Now are you convinced?” Jack asked.
“Not really,” I said. “I am a little disappointed. How do we know which one hit the ground first?”
“Well, you saw it. It was the rock.”
“That’s just it. I didn’t see it. Someone has to stand down there and make sure.” I paused for a second and looked at the ground. I looked at Jack. Jack looked at the ground. Then he looked at the roof he was standing on. I smiled and closed my eyes halfway. Then Jack looked at me.
“Oh no,” he said. “I know what you’re thinking, but I am not going to risk having a rock thrown on my head.”
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll go, but then I will be the one who will know and I am not going to tell you.”
He thought for a moment. “Okay then,” he said. “Fine. I’ll stand down there and observe which one is heavier.”
He went downstairs and waved. “Ready!” he said.
I counted down again. “Three, two, one… here we go!”
I dropped them at the same time, but I didn’t aim very well.
“Ouch!” Jack said, and he fell over.
Whoops. That was unexpected.
I rushed down and tried to patch him up, but he was knocked out for a few minutes and had a big bump on his head. His parents were furious and didn’t let me play with him for another month. My parents, however, were very patient and understanding. They knew my deviant brain always thought of crazy experiments like that, and all I got, was a light punishment and a warning.
So yes, I experiment. I try things out. I combine enderliquids with lavapearls, and sand blocks with emerald ore or hardened clay. I like to mix mushrooms with red flowers and obsidian with cactuses. Strange, huh? Well, let me tell you what happened when everything backfired on me, when everything got out of hand…
2: The Four Elements
So I wasn’t being careful, I know. But I guess in the end, it all worked out. It’s not interesting to write about how it all worked out though, so let me elaborate on what all went WRONG!!!
The four elements… they are fire, earth, water, and wind. And if only I had known how powerful it would be if one of those elements became dominant, I never would have started this experiment in the first place. But it was too late. My mind was made up. I was going to do it.
I took the elements. I was building it in my basement. My parents didn’t know about it. I don’t think they would have approved anyway. I had all kinds of beakers and tubes, and I was separating the four elements into different ones.
A had gathered fire in a tube. The tube was resistant to the heat and I kept putting in oxygen to fuel it.
I had gathered earth in a tube. So easy… just take some sand.
I had gathered water in another one. No explanation needed.
And wind… well, I just had a tube that went in circles to create some wind. Not that complicated either.
But then it happened… I added a fluid called zinbarkanishgraphtaybeebibee, “zin” for short. It was toxic, but I was wearing gloves, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt me. Well, it didn’t hurt me directly. However, the consequences of adding this substance were dire. And I am sorry to say that after the first add-on, I didn’t learn my lesson, nor after the second or the third. It was only after all four elements that I came to the realization that this was a terrible mistake, and that you shouldn’t mess around with the “zin” substance
at all.
3: Fire
First, I added the “zin” substance to the fire that was blowing inside one of the tubes. The zin slowly seeped into the air and evaporated, burned up by the quenching flames. It made a cracking sound and then shot up in the air.
A flame, burning, red hot flame shot up in the air and began to take shape. What did I just create? It looked amazing how the twirling, fiery winds were merging. First a head, then some other body parts. Pretty weird if you ask me.
It was a…
It was a…
It was a blaze! Wow! I just created a blaze!
O-oh.
Blazes are hostile. They are dangerous.
I have to get out of here!
The blaze saw me. And even though it had cooled off a little bit, it briefly and quickly caught fire. It’s flame extended to the ceiling. It got ready and shot three rapid fireballs at me.
Whaaaah!
I ducked. That was close. It burned the sofa though. And although we didn’t care much about that piece of junk anyway, the blaze’s next move would be to shoot more fireballs at me. I couldn’t have that, not in here. So I sped out of the room and opened the front door.
The blaze was following me. Good.
I went outside and ran towards the fields outside our town. The blaze was still following me, which was still good. It was slower, which helped me outrun it. So every once in a while, I briefly stopped to have it catch up to me. Why did I do that? Because I knew how to defeat it. I knew it was hard to use anything against this hot creature and that there was something up in the mountains I could use.
As I said, I am a nerd… I am a knowledge geek… and I love the facts. So I guess I wasn’t entirely helpless against such an enemy. I had previously studied every enemy, every weakness they have, and every skill or characteristic in the books. I knew about blazes, about endermen, creepers, ghasts, skeletons, and zombies. I knew what they were capable of, and I knew what their weak spots were.